The Pool Boy

Lie. (32nd Chapter)

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Melody's POV:

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“Could I get you anything from downstairs, Miss?” Albert is really worried, and he doesn’t know what he could do to make me feel better. I have been silent since he assisted me in lying down on my bed. I don’t have any words to be spoken; the only words are swarming in my mind.

I barely shake my head, while my butler closes the door behind him. I want to thank him, but all of my positive feelings are drained. Nothing could cheer me up, since the position I am stuck in is going to change my entire life. Engaged?

At the age of 20?

And to whom, Philip?

I want to break out of these thoughts, but I can’t. Something hits my window, and I flinch at the distracting sound. I push my legs out of the bed, and I walk slowly to my balcony.

Once I stare down, I freeze at his appearance. I want to hold him in my arms, I want to erase all of my tension with his kiss, I want his smile to glow my dark reality. He looks at me and waves minimally, and all I do is nod my head. 

“(He whispers) Come down.” I shake my head, since I don’t want to cause any more trouble. His eyes are begging me to do what he wants, but I can’t; I’m frozen internally and externally. “(He whispers sternly) If you won’t then I will.” 

My eyes widen at his daredevil actions, and I see him climbing up a ladder. Where did he get the ladder? “Probably from the storage room.” My mind answers for me. Once he reaches, he lifts his left leg, followed by his right, and then stands in front of me. “(I speak emotionlessly) Inside.” He nods his head nervously, while his footsteps follow mine.

I walk faster then usual, and lock my door from the inside; making sure that no one interrupts us right now. I turn my head and look at the person that my heart beats faster for. I’m going to miss his Vans flats, his beach shorts, and his loose flannel tops.

I’m going to miss how his eyes glitter when they see me in sight, I’m going to miss his smile that shines when we fool around with each other, and I’m going to miss his long curls that tickle me every time our lips connect.

He sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing his soft hands on his shorts, clearly indicating his nervousness. I walk slowly towards him, and I sit with distance from his placement; which never happens whatever the case is.

“Mel?” I lift my face in reply to his aching voice, and I make eye contact with his. The emerald jewels will torment me for the rest of my life… for the rest of my engaged life. If I tell him that his job is at risk, then he won’t care. He’ll be stubborn enough to leave the house, in order to keep me with him. I won’t allow it; I won’t let him end up on the streets. Not when his life and his mother’s depend on it; no. 

“Harry I… (I gulp the stone in my throat, and proceed) I don’t want to see you anymore…” He shakes his head, and I hear his humourless laugh. “You’re lying.” Yes, I am. But I have to for his sake. “(I act as if I am confident, which I lack at the moment) No, I really don’t want to see you anymore. There is nothing going on between us. Nothing official, all what we share is sexual lust; nothing more. Have you forgotten that you are my pool boy?” His face is dried out of any emotion, as his temper begins to accelerate.

“These aren’t your own words… I know you’re saying this because your father told you.”How can I convince him? How can I make him believe my lie; in order to keep his financial life secured here? The only way to make him survive is by killing his heart; forgive me Harry. 

“I love Philip, and we are getting engaged.” A knife slashes my own heart on the word ‘love’. “You’re doing this to protect him.” My mind keeps on replaying. I turn my face before any tear slips, thus making my lie figured out. “(His madness takes over calmly, making his tone scarier than ever) You what…?”